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I ain't gonna work on Dubya's farm no more
No, I ain't gonna work on Dubya's farm no more
Well, I woke up this morning
Realized I had a brain
I'm not like Trent Lott
Who's gotta head full of grain
I just can't let it slide 'til 2004
I ain't gonna work on Dubya's farm no more
I ain't gonna work on Dubya's farm no more
No, I ain't gonna work on Dubya's farm no more
Enron hands him a million
They're so rich that it's a crime
Just how much do they need
And now they're stealin' my last dime?
I guess all those Nader voters should've gone for Gore
I ain't gonna work on Dubya's farm no more
I ain't gonna work for Dubya's pa no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Dubya's pa no more
He's an Ivy League sadist
Who pretends to be a 'neck
He says don't trust the government
While he draws a government check
Bill Bennett's standin' guard outside his door
Ah, I ain't gonna work for Dubya's pa no more
I ain't gonna work for Dubya's ma no more
No, I ain't gonna work for Dubya's ma no more
She talks to us like servants
'Bout Jeb and George and pa
Everybody says
She's the brains behind pa.
She's sixty-eight, but she looks like eighty-four.
I ain't gonna work for Dubya's ma no more
I ain't gonna work on Dubya's farm no more
No, I ain't gonna work on Dubya's farm no more
Well, I work all day and night
To try to get ahead
But then Cheney decides
To help his friends instead
We'll be blessed when he's bent over on Satan's floor
I ain't gonna work on Dubya's farm no more
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